Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.